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DEVELOPMENT OF CENTRAL CANADA THE STORY OF BIG YIELDS OF GRAIN COMES FROM EVERY SECTION. When the man in the States was told that he could get 160 acres of land in Central Canada—comprising the provinces of Manitoba, Saskatche wan and Alberta—that under cultiva tion would produce from 20 to 30 bush els of wheat to the acre, or if seeded to oats the yield would be 40 to 60 bushels, he was skeptical. The same story wms told the man who wished to get nearer to existing lines of rail way, and was only asked to pay $10 to $12 an acre. But many tried it, some one plan and some another. The man who accepted the 160 acres as a free gift, as a homestead, and was willing to put in the required resi dence duties of three years has now a farm wyorth from fifteen to twenty dollars an acre. The man who chose to purchase, and did so, took up his residence just the same. He has land, that, in many cases, is worth twrice the money he paid for it. Both have found that the story of splendid yields was verified. They have had crops exceeding that promised; they have seen oats that yielded 100 bushels to the acre, and have grown wheat that averaged 40 and as high as 50 bushels to the acre. Their wheat wras not a 57 lb. to the bushel article but 62 and 63 lbs. They have seen within the past year or two trunk lines of rail way constructed through their district, and throwing out branch lines to the gates of their farm. They have seen schools established in their neigh UUU1UUUU uUU iuc uuvnuuicui tributing largely to their expense. Churches have been erected, villages have been established, towns have sprung into existence and cities are rapidly springing up, as if the magic hand of some unseen conjurer was at work. But it was not; it was the le gitimate offering of the wealth of the field which made all these things come about, naturally, and easy. The prai rie that three years ago was merely prairie, a patch of brown, just waiting for the ploughman, is to-day dotted with tilled farms and splendid homes. The line of elevators with their glis tening metalled fireproof sides and roofs, indicate the location of the town and the railroad. There is the glow of newness about it all, but the elevator, the splendid store buildings and the comfortable hostelries denote wealth, beyond that of the strength of the man who fashioned and built them but the wealth of the soil, which means that the newness will be fol lowed by a steady growth. The writer recently was a passenger over the Grand Trunk Pacific, the latest fac tor in this great marvelous field of development. The rapidity with which towns were being built up, the farm steads occupied, was something even his experienced eye had not looked for. Everywhere along the line of this new transcontinental was the dis tinguishing mark of progress. There was not a mile of the length of thd road from Winnipeg to Edmonton and west that did not bear token of its ability to pay tribute to the revenue of the road. Mention is made of this line, not because it is the last in the field, but because it is one of the best built roads on the Continent and traverses one of the best districts of an excellent country. It is well operated, and already has gone into active service as another means of making it possible to secure more speedily transit from the grain fields to the shipping centres. It had been the intention in this article to have spoken of some of the yields of grain that have made the farmers of Cen tral Canada contented this year, but space will not permit, so that delight ful task will be taken up in another issue. In the meantime it would be well for the reader, if he is interest ed, to put himself in touch with some official of the Canadian Government and get information that might be use ful in making a selection for a home in Central Canada, and become one of those who will be instrumental in building up a great country to the north. In doing so, you will be as sisting the United States. In a few years’ time the United States will be a wheat importer. Canada will sup ply the wheat and you will be one of the producers. HER HEAVY WORK. Applicant—Will I be expected to do all the heavy work, sir? Mr. Jiggs—Oh, no. My wife always makes the biscuit! When the Sleeper Wakes. “John!" she exclaimed, jabbing her elbow Into his ribs at 2:17 a. m., "did >ou look at the kitchen door?" And John, who is inner guard, and was just then dreaming over last evening's lodge meeting, sprang up in bed, made the proper sign, and responded: “Worthy ruler, our portals are guard ed." 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Miss Patricia Holbrook and Miss Helen Holbrook, her niece, were entrusted to the care of Raurance Donovan, a writer, summering near Port Annandale, Miss Patricia confided to Donovan that she feared her brother Henry, who, ruined by a bank failure, had constantly threatened her for money from his father’s will, of which Mi9s Patricia was guardian. They came to Port Annandale? to escape Henry. Donovan sympathized with the two women. He learned of Miss Helen’s an noying suitor. Donovan discovered and captured an intruder, who proved to be Reginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of Miss Helen Holbrook. Gillespie disap peared the following morning. A rough sailor appeared and was ordered away. Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her fa ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan fought an Italian assassin. He met the man he supposed was Holbrook, but who said he was Hartridgp. a canoe-maker. After a short discussion Donovan left surlily. Gillespie was discovered by Don ovan presenting a country church with $1,000. Gillespie admitted he knew of Hol brook’s presence. Miss Pat acknowledged to Donovan that Miss Helen had been missing for a few hours. While riding in a launch, the Italian sailor attempted to molest the trio, but failed. Miss I at announced her intention of fighting Henry Holbrook and not seeking another hiding place. Donovan met Helen in garden at night. Duplicity of Helen was confessed by the young lady. She admitted conniving with her father despite her aunt’s precautions, in a night meeting with Don ovan. CHAPTER IX.—Continued. “Do you mean to tell me that you have not talked with your father—that you have not seen him here?” I be sought. “Yes; I have seen him—once, and it was by accident. It was quite by ac cident.” “Yes; I know of that—” “Then you have been spying upon me, Mr. Donovan!” "Why did you tell me that outrage ously foolish tale about your chess game, when I knew exactly where you were at the very hour you would have had me think you were dutifully en gaged with your aunt? It seems to me. my dear Miss Holbrook, that that is not ■so easy of explanation, even to my poor wits.” “That was without purpose; really it was! 1 was restless and weary from so much confinement; you can’t know how dreary these late years have been for us—for me—and I wished just once to be free. 1 went for a long walk into the country. And if you saw me, if you watched me—” I gazed at her blankly. The thing could not have been better done on the stage; but Miss Pat was walking toward us, and I put an end to the talk. “I came upon him by accident—I had no idea he was here,” she per sisted. “You are not growing tired of us,” began Miss Pat, with her brave, beau tiful smile; “you are not anxious to be rid of us?” I certainly am not, X replied. I can't tell you' how glad I am that you have decided to remain here. I am quite sure that with a little patience we shall wear out the besiegers. Our position here has. you may say. the strength of its weakness. ^1 think the policy of the enemy is to\arass you by guerrilla methods—to annoy you and frighten you into submission.” “Yes; I believe you are right," she said slowly. Helen had walked on, and I loitered beside Miss Pat. “I hope you have had no misgivings, Miss Pat, since our talk yesterday.” “None whatever." she replied, quick ly. “I am quite persuaded in my own mind that I should have been better off if I had made a stand long ago. I don’t believe cowardice ever pays, do you?” She smiled up at me in her quick, bright way, and I was more than ever her slave. "Miss Holbrook, you are the bravest woman in the world! I believe you are right. I think I should be equal to ten thousand men with your spirit to put heart into me.” "Don't be foolish,” she said, laugh ing. "But to show you that I am not really afraid, suppose you offer to take us for a drive this evening. I think it would be well for me to appear to-day, just to show the enemy that we are not driven to cover by our Jittle ad venture in the launch yesterday.” “Certainly! Shall we carry out riders and a rear guard?” "Not a bit of it. I think we may be able to shame my brother out of his evil intentions by our defenselessness." We waited for Helen to rejoin us, and the drive was planned for five. Promptly on the hour, after a day of activity on my part in cruising the, lake, looking for signs of the enemy, we set forth it* an open trap, and plunged into country roads that trav ersed territory new to all of us. I car ried Ijima along, and when, after a few miles, Helen asked to take the reins, I changed seats with her, and gave myself up to talk with Miss Pat. The girl's mood was grave, and she wished to drive, 1 fancied, as an ex cuse for silence. The land rolled grad ually away into the south and west, and we halted, in an hour or so, far from the lake, on a wooded eminence that commanded a long sweep in every direction, and drew into the roadside. Ijima opened a gate that admitted us to a superb maple grove, and in a few minutes we were having tea from the hamper in the cheeriest mood in the world. The sun was contriving new marvels in the west, and the wood that dipped lakeward beneath us gave an illusion of thick tapestry to the eye. “We could almost walk to the lake over the trees,” said Miss Pat. “It's a charming picture.” Then, as we all turned to the lake, seeing it afar across the tree-tops through the fragrant twilight, I saw the Stiletto standing out boldly upon the waters of Annandale, with a lan guid impudence that I began to as sociate with its slim outlines and snowy canvas. Other craft were abroad, and Miss Pat, I judged, spoke only of the pretti.ness of the general landscape, and there was, to be sure, no reason why the sails of the Stiletto should have had any particular signifi cance for her. Helen was still looking ■ \ \ \ He Stepped Close to Me Threateningly. down upon the lake when Miss Pat suggested that we should go home; and even after her aunt called to her, the girl still stood, one hand resting upon the trunk of a great beech, her gaze bent wistfully, mournfully to ward the lake. But on the homeward drive—she had asked for the reins again—her mood changed abruptly, and she talked cheerily, often turning her head—a scarlet-banded sailor hat was, I thought, remarkably becoming —to chaff about her skill with the reins. "I haven’t a care or trouble in the world,” declared Miss Pat when I left them at St. Agatha’s. ‘‘I am sure that we have known the worst that can happen to us in Annandale. I refuse to be a bit frightened after that drive.” “It was charming,” said Helen. “This is better than the English lake country, because it isn't so smoothed out.” “I will grant you all of that,” I said. “I will go further and admit—what is much for me—that it is almost equal to Killarney.” There seemed to be sincerity in their good spirits, and I was myself refreshed and relieved as I drove into Glenarm; but I arranged for the same guard as on the night before. Helen Holbrook’s double-dealing created a condition of affairs that demanded cautious handling, and I had no inten tion of being caught napping. From the window of my room I saw the Japanese boy patrolling the walks of St. Agatha's. A buckboard of young sters from Port Annandale passed in the road, leaving a trail of song be hind them. Then the frog choruses from the little brook that lay hidden in the Glenarm wood sounded in my ears with maddening Iteration, and I sought the open. The previous nlsht I had met Helen Holbrook by the stone seat on the ridge, and I cannot deny that it was with the hope of seeing her again that i set forth. She was beautiful with a rare loveliness at all times, yet I found myself wondering whether, on the strange frontiers of love, it was her daring duplicity that appealed to me. I set myself stubbornly into a pillory reared of my own shame at the thought, and went out and climbed upon the Glenarm'wall and stared at the dark bulk of St. Agatha’s as I pun ished myself for having entertained any other thought of Helen Holbrook than of a weak, vain, ungrateful girl, capable of making sad mischief for her benefactor. Ijima passed and repassed in the paved walk that curved among tHe school buildings; I heard his step, and marked his pauses as he met the gar dener at the front door by an arrange ment that I had suggested. As I con sidered 'the matter I concluded that Helen Holbrook could readily slip out at the back of the house, when the guards thus met, and that she had thus found egress on the night before. At this moment the two guards met precisely at the front door, and to my surprise Sister Margaret, in the brown garb of her sisterhood, stepped out, nodded to the watchmen in the light of the overhanging lamp, and walked slowly round the buildings and toward the lake. The men promptly resumed their patrol. The sister slipped away like a shadow through the garden; and I dropped down from the wall in side the school park and stole after her. The guards were guilty of no impropriety in passing her; there was, to be sure, no reason why Sister Mar garet should not do precisely as she liked at St. Agatha’s. However, my curiosity was piqued, and I crept quiet-, ly along through the young maples that fringed the wall. She followed a path that led down to the pier, and I hung back to watch, still ’believing that Sister Margaret had gone forth merely to enjoy the peace and beauty of the night. I paused in a little thick et, and heard her light step on the pier flooring; and I drew as near as I dared, in the shadow of the boathouse. She stood beside the upright staff from which the pier lights swung— the white lantern between the two red ones—looking out across the lake. The li^V' outlined her tall figure distinct ly. t-ne'-ed about enviously sev eral ; s. r.n 1 I he rd th' impatient tap ot I.-, r frot oil the ! ks. In the lake soundc 1 the f. ut gurgle of water round a paddle, and in a moment *a canoe glided to the pier and a man stepped out. He bent down to seize the painter, and I half turned away, ashamed of the sheer curiosity that had drawn me after the sister. Nuns who chafe at their prison bars are not new, either to romance or history; and this surely was no affair of mine. Then the man stood up, and I saw that it was Gillespie. He was hatless, and his arms were bared. He began to speak, but she quieted him with a word; and as with a gesture she flung back her brown hood, I saw that it was Helen Holbrook. “I had given you up,” she said. He took both her hands and held them, bending toward her eagerly. She seemed taller than he in the lantern light. “I should have come across the world,” he said. “You must believe that I should not have asked this of you if I had not be lieved you could do it without injury to yourself—that it would impose no great burden on you, and that you would not think too ill of me—” “I love you; I am here because 1 love you!” he said: and I thought bet ter of him than I had. He was a fool, and weak; but he was, I believed, an honest fool, and my heart grew hot with jealous rage as I saw them there together. ”If there is more I can do!” “No; and I should not ask you if there were. I have gone too far, as it is,” she sighed. “You must take no risks; you must take care that Miss Pat knows noth ing.” “No; f must see father. He must go away. I believe he has lost his senses from brooding on his troubles.” "But how did he ever get here? There is something very strange about it.” “Oh, I knew he would follow us! But I did not tell him I was coming fcere—I hope you did not believe that of me. I did not tell him any more than I told you.” He laughed softly. “You did not need to tell me; I could have found you anywhere in the world, Helen. That man Donovan is watching you like a hawk; but he's a >retty good fellow, with a Milesian joy u a row. He's going to protect Miss Pat and you if ho dies at the busi ness.” She shrugged her shoulders, and I uw her disdain of nte in her face. A •etty conspiracy this was, and I emed to be only the crumpled wrap ing of a pack of cards, with no part a the game. Gillespie drew an envelope from his pocket, held it to the white lantern for an instant, then gave it. to her. ‘‘I telegraphed to Chicago for a draft. He will have to leave here to get it—the bank at Annandale carries no such sum; and it will be a means of getting rid of him.” “Oh, I only hope he will leave—he must—he must!” she cried. “You must go back," he said. “These matters will all come right in the end, Helen," he added, kindly. “There is one thing I do not understand. "The thing that troubles me is that your father was here before you.” “No—that isn't possible; I can't be lieve it.” “He had engaged the Stiletto before you came to Annandale; and while I was tracing you across the country he was already here somewhere. He amuses himself with the yacht.” “Yes, I know; he is more of a men ace that way—always in our sight— always where I must see him!” Her face, clearly lighted by the lan terns, was touched with anxiety and sorrow, and I saw her, with that pret tiest gesture of woman's thousand graces—the nimble touch that makes sure no errant bit of hair has gone wandering—lift her hand to her head for a moment. The emerald ring flashed in the lantern light. I recall a thought that occurred to me there— that the widow's peak, so sharply marked in her forehead, was like the finger-prints of some playful god. She turned to go, but he caught her hands. : “Helen!” he cried, softly. “No! Please don't!” She threw the nun's hood over her head and walked rapidly up the pier an'' s*cle away through the garden to '""rd St. Agatha's. Gillespie listened her step to die away, then he hed heavily and bent down to draw u his canoe. When I touched him cn ’be shoulder he rose and lifted the paddle menacingly. “Ah, so it’s. our young and gifted Irish friend!” he said, grinning. “No more sprinting stunts for me! I de ciine to run. me tnougnt or aspara gus and powdered glass saddens me. Look at these hands—these little hands still wrapped in mystical white rags. I have bled at every pore to give you entertainment, and now it’s got to be 20 paces with bird-guns.” “What mischief are you in now?” I demanded, angrily. “I thought I warned you, Gillespie; I thought I even appealed to your chivalry.” “My dear fellow, everything has changed. If a nun in distress ap peals to me for help, 1 am Johnny-on the-spot for Mother Church.” “That was not the sister, it was Miss Holbrook. I saw her distinctly; I heard—” “By 'Jove, this is gallant of you, Donovan! You are a marvelous fel low!” “I have a right to ask—I demand to know what it was you gave the girl.” “Matinee tickets—the American girl without matinee tickets is a lonely pleiad bumping through the void.” “You are a contemptible ass. Your conduct is scoundrelly. If you want to see Miss Holbrook, why don't you go to the house and call on her like a gentleman? And as for her—” “Yes; and as’ for her—?” He stepped close to me, threaten ingly. "As for her, she may go too far!” “She is not answerable to you. She’s the finest girl in the world, and if you intimate—” “I intimate nothing. But what I saw and heard interested me a good deal, Gillespie.” “What you heard by stealth, creep ing about here at night, prying into other people's affairs!" “I have pledged myself to care for Miss Pat.” “It's noble of you, Donovan!” aDd he stepped away from me. grinning. 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